Chapter 472: Fist-suppressing the Beast King, you call this a bard?
At dawn, the beam of light that pierced through the dark clouds pierced the snowy field like a sharp sword.
The tragic battlefield suddenly fell into silence.
The barbarians and the knights stopped at the same time and cast their eyes towards the humans who were fighting off the orc king.
The orcs looked incredulous, and the defenders' eyes were filled with hope! In the snow-covered ground soaked in blood, the one-eyed knight held up his body with difficulty and looked at the young knight who was confronting the Orc King with a moved expression.
'That is... the Duke of Honeysuckle, His Excellency Yeats Browndy! '
Like a drowning man grasping at a life-saving straw, Gareth's eyes shone with hope. He stood up with the help of his sword, coughing up blood foam, and struggled to say, "Yeats... Sir... I, I will help you!"
As the leader of the Night Watch Knights and the supreme commander of the Neverwinter Wall garrison—
Gareth had met the famous Duke of Honeysuckle half a year ago.
At that time, His Excellency the Duke made great contributions to the Great Wall of Neverwinter in resisting the beast tide, and the entire Night's Watch Knights were impressed by this young and powerful God-chosen Knight.
Now, Lord Yeats has once again come to the rescue in the darkest hour.
Gareth, the leader of the Knights, survived a desperate situation and rekindled his will to fight, unwilling to fight alone!
The cold wind blew the young knight's silver-white wolfskin cloak. His gentle yet sharp gaze fell on Gareth and he smiled gently.
"You have fulfilled your duties. The next battle can be left to me."
Gareth was stunned.
He couldn't believe that Lord Yezhi could be so confident in facing such a powerful enemy as the Orc King Erhantar.
Even though he had taken the initiative and let Erhantal be injured first, the strength of the Orc King... was ultimately despairing! ——Erhantar, the self-proclaimed Golden King, is a powerful leader that the Orcs have seen once in hundreds of years. He unified the major tribes with thundering means and accomplished a hegemony that his ancestors dared not dream of.
It also symbolizes the supreme strongman of the Holy Land in the current Midgard continent. It is difficult to find a human knight who can compete with the Orc King in the entire North! Even the court mage of the Kingdom of Northshire, the six-ring mage Douglas, was killed by Erhantar, and his head was cruelly beheaded and made into the skull necklace of the orc king...
Gareth recalled the oppressive feeling he had just faced Erhantal, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. He couldn't help but ask himself, where did the Duke of Honeysuckle get his confidence from?
However.
When Gareth's nervous, anxious and worried eyes met Yeats Browndi's.
Gareth saw the morning light breaking through the clouds, reflected in his deep eyes.
The golden sunshine drove away all the uneasiness, and Gareth's expression was filled with strong touch and gratitude.
"Please..." Gareth's eyes flickered, and he said almost pleadingly, "Please, Lord Yeats!"
Buzz——
Ye Zhi pulled out the Blade of Behemoth and injected divinity into this rough-shaped rune sword. The giant sword burned with golden flames, and the sword light surged, forming a golden flame blade that pierced through the snow curtain!
A rough estimate shows that it is more than thirty feet high. It would be easy to flatten the mountain with one sword cut.
The orc king Erhantar looked up at the giant sword that pierced the sky and was stunned for a while.
Immediately.
"I didn't expect... there would be an unexpected surprise..."
A ferocious smile appeared on Erhantar's hideous face.
What a big fish! The orc king's fangs, which stretched to the root of his tongue, were terrifying. On his naked muscles with a black iron luster, molten golden light surged violently in the dark golden lines. The snow under his feet melted with a "hissing" sound in the high temperature.
Erhantar's original plan was to use the pretense of attacking the Wall of Neverwinter to force the human sanctuary to appear and use it as a sacrifice.
The human knight in front of him certainly caught him off guard.
But in the eyes of Erhantar, who is favored by the gods, the stronger the person, the more excited he can be! In the rift formed by Ye Zhi's blast, Erhantar stood up straight, shouldering the giant axe, and shouted fiercely: "Cry, run away, before I chop off your head!"
Bang! The Orc King's muscles bulged all over his body, and he was steaming with molten golden flames. He suddenly leaped up, causing a flying snow mist.
The golden battle axe chopped down on the head with the force of thunder.
The majestic momentum soared into the sky, muffled thunder exploded in the sky, and the clear sky was covered with dark clouds again! boom! As the Orc King chopped, a vast pillar of lightning fell from the sky and poured down onto his axe blade with a loud bang. The breath of annihilation immediately spread, and the sound of thunder caused an uproar among the people.
“Can we…really survive…” The defenders were shocked.
"King! Lead us to expand our territory!" The orcs looked fanatical.
boom! The Titan-like orc's thick hair stood up like steel needles, and lightning spewed out of his open bloody mouth. He looked like a ghost and rushed towards Ye Zhi, roaring:
"Kneel down, mortal!"
Yeats had come into contact with the God of Storms and knew that this hot-tempered god liked to grant power to violent and bloodthirsty races.
What the Orc King mobilized was the power of storm and thunder. This axe contained the will of destruction, just like Erhantar's full-strength attack! Combat skill: Thunder Axe Roaring!
Snap——
The lightsaber formed by the combined blades of Behemoth was instantly shattered by the thunder that tore through the sky.
The defenders on the city wall all changed color... The strong man in this domain was already a demigod-like existence, and now he showed his full strength, which was despairing!
The mighty lightsaber was broken in less than a moment. Even Erhantar was surprised at how easy it was to succeed. He couldn't help but relax a little and snorted coldly:
"So weak? You can't even withstand my attack, and you still want to kill me!"
The orc king's laughter roared under the sky.
His whole body was wrapped in pale lightning, and both his speed and strength had reached the limit. Even the Holy Land, which was known for its speed, found it difficult to catch his movements! However, even though the attack of Behemoth Blade was easily crushed, Ye Zhi's expression did not change at all.
Just waved his finger gently.
The sound of an excited sword suddenly rang out!
Four legendary holy swords appeared out of nowhere, completely blocking the Orc King's retreat before he could regain his strength! The lightsaber that was thirty feet long and had an astonishing visual effect was nothing more than a cover used by Yeats to lure the enemy deeper.
The four sharp swords that trigger the law of sword are Ye Zhi’s real killer moves! "Just for fun."
Ye Zhi said calmly: "Let my beloved sword say hello to you."
The golden sword Juvayus, the eternal sword Durandal, the Victory sword Broken Steel, the dragon-slaying sword Balmung... the holy swords that shine brightly in epic mythology, now obey Yeats's command and slash at Erhantar from multiple angles! Four unstoppable sword beams transformed into streams of light of different colors, cutting through the dark clouds above the snowfield and whistling across the battlefield!
whoosh! Erhantar's eyes changed, and he saw the sharp sword light coming straight at his vital points!
Underestimate the enemy? Erhantar's eyes suddenly became stern.
So what!
"You think you can hurt me with these scraps of metal? How ridiculous!"
There was no way to avoid it, Erhantar roared angrily, crossed his arms, his muscles glowed like steel, and he chose to use his own flesh to withstand the sharpness of the holy sword.
Orcs have always been known for their strong physiques. They have trained their physiques to the level of the Seventh Ring Sanctuary, making them invulnerable to swords and spears, and completely able to ignore the weapons of the mortal world.
However.
'Broken Steel' easily cut through the muscles that Erhantar was so proud of.
Hiss——blood is flowing!
"Um?!"
The Orc King's expression finally changed.
As the saying goes, the one who knows you best is often your enemy.
As the hero who unified all the orc races, Erhantar is not only not a reckless man, he even has a deep understanding of human culture.
As far as he knew, there were three holy swords in human civilization, symbolizing "eternity", "victory" and "royalty" respectively.
Among them, the sword of victory 'Broken Steel' can easily cut through the hardest Orichalcum steel in the world, and can even cut through the flesh and bones of the strong in the Holy Land!
"These swords, could it be that... they are genuine holy swords?" '
Erhantar was shocked and felt a little unbelievable.
How could this human being, relying on his own strength, simultaneously possess several of the most famous holy swords in human civilization? ! However, the sword's edge was so sharp and genuine that one had to temporarily avoid its edge! Under pressure from the Three Sword Laws, Erhantal gritted his teeth and chose to distance himself from Ye Zhi.
Yeats looked at Erhantar, who seemed to be facing a great enemy, and seemed to be thinking about something.
We are both from the Holy Land. Let’s not talk about the confrontation between the two realms. Just in terms of treasures, Erhantar is far from being my opponent...
The orcs are so poor that they cannot even find a decent piece of armor in the entire orc civilization. The orc king can only use his body as the most powerful defense.
The richness of Ye Zhi's treasure is enough to make the God of Greed envious and jealous. Just in terms of accumulated wealth, it is overwhelming for the Orc King who came from a poor place!
bite! bite! bite! Above the snowfield, Ye Zhi drove the four holy swords from afar, attacking Erhantal from multiple angles. Erhantal was unable to break through for a while and could only rely on passive defense with his battle axe.
Relying on sneak attacks and ambushes, Ye Zhi successfully gained the advantage on the battlefield. He used the Law of Three Swords to constantly kite Erhantal, shocking the surrounding defenders and orcs.
Seeing that the Duke of Honeysuckle, who was also a human, suppressed the Orc King, the knights were excited and the orcs were terrified.
In the snowy plain, the one-eyed knight stood panting, leaning on his sword, looking up at the two warriors fighting under the sky, and muttered in disbelief:
"Mr. Ye Zhi...actually suppressed the Orc King..."
Buzz! In order to resist the pressure from the Three Sword Laws, Erhantal took the lead in opening the domain! The battlefield was soaked in dark red blood, and skulls were piled up into a mausoleum. In this area named "Throne of Slaughter" by Erhantar, there were collected the heads of countless strong men who died at the hands of Erhantar.
He built a blood-red throne on top of this head. Each head was under the influence of the [Law of Plunder], incorporating a portion of its life-long power into Erhantal's territory and becoming nourishment.
Bang! Erhantal stretched out his big hand, grabbed an orc officer, twisted off his head, drank all the blood, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his hairy palm, and his eyes were dyed with a violent blood red.
Even after witnessing the Orc King's brutal acts, the orcs had no intention of resisting. They just knelt on the ground fanatically and voluntarily became the Orc King's living sacrifices.
Ye Zhi frowned. He was disgusted by such barbaric and violent behavior... If they treated their own people like this, then once the Orc King invaded the North County Kingdom, the fate of mankind could be imagined!
The Domain·Slaughter Throne stretches across the sky above the Great Wall of Neverwinter, dyeing the sky blood red. Erhantar's whole body glowed red, and blood-red heads slowly floated up from the pile of corpses, surrounding the Orc King.
"go!"
Erhantar roared, and tens of thousands of blood-red skulls gathered into an extremely huge blood skull. Countless dead souls were hovering in its empty eyes. It opened its bloody mouth, swallowed the sword light, and continued to rush towards Ye Zhi!
The blood skull is about the same size as a city wall. Even a war beast carrying a battering ram can be easily swallowed by the blood skull. The combat skills transformed by the power of the domain cannot be resisted by mortals unless the domain is opened! The oppressive feeling of a sea of blood and a mountain of corpses was overwhelming. Ye Zhi had not yet expanded his domain, but was just looking at the blood skull, which made Erhantar's eyes flash with a strange color.
'Why is he delaying in using his domain? '
'Is he looking down on me? '
Erhantar sneered in his heart.
No matter what the reason is, in the showdown in the Seven Rings Sanctuary, the only outcome for arrogance is death! "Having seen the Plague Knight's domain, I realized that the so-called Orc King is indeed not strong enough..." Ye Zhi thought to himself.
There is no need to even use [Realm of Avalon], the combat skills alone are enough to shatter Erhantar's domain!
A cluster of silver-white moon fire ignited in Yeats's palm, and a large crystal bow appeared in the moon flame, clear and bright, like a work of art made by the Moon Goddess herself.
What do you want to do by taking out the bow and arrow at this time? Erhantar didn't understand what was going on, but he saw Ye Zhi draw his bow and shoot an arrow burning with silver moonlight at the bloody skull.
Blessing: Thousands of arrows are fired at once!
Suddenly.
The arrows split in mid-air, like a group of missiles, exploding into thousands of streams of light, colliding with the densely packed skulls in the huge bloody skull! boom! !
The blood skulls exploded serially in mid-air, but the momentum of the rain of arrows did not stop at all. It penetrated the blood skulls, covered the sky and the sun, and poured down towards Erhantar!
Erhantar's pupils contracted, reflecting the rain of arrows in the sky, and he felt incredible.
How is this possible? ! He broke my full-strength attack without even opening his domain? !
The domain of Killing Throne, facing the endless rain of arrows, became riddled with holes in just a short moment.
There are plenty of arrows, just use them... Yeats took out the Holy Grail, drank a sip of the divine wine in the cup, then drew his bow and arrows. Another round of rain of arrows covered the sky and the earth, making Erhantal breathless!
Boom! !
The Orc King's domain continued to tremble, and the Orc army continued to shrink its front under the rain of arrows. Looking up at the god-like human knights under the sky, their eyes were filled with fear, panic, and trepidation!
Erhantal almost vomited blood. He tried again and again to break through the arrow formation and get close to Ye Zhi, but Ye Zhi did not give him the chance at all and shattered his territory with a rain of arrows!
Bang--
The Slaughter Throne was shattered into pieces, and the orcs fell in droves under the rain of arrows like wheat harvested by a sickle.
The Duke of Honeysuckle not only suppressed the Orc King, but also repelled the Orc army by himself. The knights of the Great Wall of Neverwinter were shocked and excited, and the shouts and drums resounded through the clouds!
The morale of the orcs is on the verge of collapse. This is a defeat that the orc king cannot tolerate! Erhantar's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared towards the sky, shouting loudly in the Orc language:
"Founder of the Skull Throne, Flayer of Lambs and Beasts!"
"Please grant me the steel bones of a city burner and the iron arms of a plunderer!"
A strange divinity surged in the realm of creation, and the blessing crossed over from another dimension, carrying with it a strong desire for killing and fighting, and fell into Erhantar's body.
Crack——
Erhantar's eyes were bloodshot, and as he turned his neck, his bones kept cracking like broken bamboo joints. A ball of blood mist suddenly exploded on his back, and granulation-like flesh and blood emerged from his back, suddenly growing into six arms.
The Lord of Plunder, also known as the Skinner and the Lord of a Hundred Arms, his blessing will allow his believers to grow multiple arms and their strength will increase exponentially.
Erhantar was tall to begin with, and with eight arms, he looked particularly ferocious. He floated under the sky and hooked his finger at Ye Zhi.
"Come!" Erhantar said fiercely, "Let me build your head into the throne!"
Ye Zhi's eyes were somewhat disappointed: "Why don't you beg the Lord of Plunder to come?"
Erhantar was stunned for a moment, and asked in astonishment: "What did you say?"
Why is this human being so weird, as if he is eagerly waiting for the Lord of Plunder to come? Ye Zhi sighed softly: "It seems that I have no choice but to knock you out as a sacrifice to the Lord of Plunder."
Erhantar's eyes were complicated... Shouldn't I be the one saying this?
The reason why Erhantar hunted the human sanctuary was to offer sacrifice to the Lord of Plunder! And if the Lord of Plunder really comes, the power of the Eight-ring True God is enough to turn the entire Neverwinter Great Wall into a mortal enemy. Even Erhantal cannot guarantee that he can survive the power of the Lord of Plunder! "You are such a fool." Erhantar said coldly, his eight arms ready to strike. "You have offended me and the gods. You must pay the price!"
Bang! Erhantal's speed increased ten times compared to before. He broke through the range of the arrow formation and instantly appeared behind Ye Zhi. His eight arms clenched into fists and suddenly blasted out!
The force increased exponentially, but it did not hit him head-on. Ye Zhi retreated lightly with the help of the wind from his fist. A cluster of black flames ignited in his palm, and a wolf-shaped helmet appeared in the black flames, slowly moving towards his face.
"Is that all?"
Ye Zhi put on a wolf-shaped helmet, and the dark flames spread along his arms to cover his entire body, forming a black armor in the blink of an eye. The shoulder armor on both sides flew upwards like wolf fangs, surging with a breath of violence and fury.
Blessed Crazy Armor!
A hoarse and distorted voice came out through the wolf helmet, and Ye Zhi said coldly:
"One punch is enough to deal with you."
Erhantar laughed in anger, flexed and stretched his eight arms, his muscles swelled, and he rushed towards Ye Zhi with a roar, his fists leaving impenetrable afterimages.
"Humans also want to wrestle with me?!"
Erhantar roared, "You try it!!"
The Mad Armor greatly enhanced Ye Zhi's power, but at the cost of vitality. However, the Avalon Realm just made up for the loss.
Ye Zhi looked calmly and saw clearly the center of the fist net formed by the afterimages.
The black iron wrist armor was wrapped in the red light of furious power, and with the blessing of the mad armor, it concentrated its power into the fist wind! boom! !
A straight punch was thrown out, breaking through the fist wind and hitting the orc king in the lower abdomen.
Erhantar's eyes bulged out, filled with disbelief and astonishment. All the internal organs in his body were ruptured by this punch. The severe pain made the Orc King lose consciousness for a moment. Then his body flew backwards and crashed into the Great Wall of Neverwinter!
Bang! !
The eternally frozen Great Wall exploded into rolling snow and fog.
The orc king's majestic body was embedded in the city wall, unconscious!
The Great Wall of Winter was dead silent.
An indescribable shock hovered over the entire battlefield.
Gareth looked blankly at the orc king embedded in the city wall, then at the stern-looking knight in black armor, and swallowed hard.
The Duke of Yeats...is he really a bard? (End of this chapter)
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